I stripped down in the Nordstrom dressing room yesterday - David asked me if I was OK with it, I said hell yes, it was a pleasure and an honour to be stripped down to knickers and bra by such a cool dude, yo, and he said, I love it - no body image issues! Nope, I replied. Good, said David, because hell, I've done this a bajillion times, including most of the world's supermodels. Well, said I, I didn't have body issues before, but after that tidbit?
He snorted. Oh, puhLEEEZE, he said, they're all scrawny. Whereupon I took my shirt off and he said oh my God, curves! a cuppable WAIST!
I love that man.
I have narrow heels, hammertoes, little toes that have been surgically straightened, bone spurs on the top of my feet and plantar fasciitis. Most shoes cause me to try to confess after about five steps.
Have you had a similar cut?
I have had a similar cut. I want it back.
OH! P-C, how upset am I with you for not letting me know you were in Texas?
(Ok maybe not horribly, but it would have been nice to see you)
It would have been nice to see you too, Heather, but it was only yesterday, and it was spent jet-lagged and buying stuff to take here. It wasn't really feasible for me to go off to meet some lady from the Internet.
Yeesh, this thread is moving fast. I'll start posting stories when it slows down a bit.
My sister is right there. With a newborn to boot.
People always talk about the sleep deprivation and the eating issues or the lack of adult stimulation - all of which are a grind. But losing all your personal boundaries at once can be very taxing. Of course, that's a huge part of the good stuff in parenting a baby. It's oh-so lovely having them fall asleep on you, or rocking them to sleep, or even just having them crawl all over you. But when you can't recharge or get some time for yourself, you can just hit a wall.
Cashmere, I will keep it safe for you, until your next cut. Hell, by the time I get through my telenova TM Teppy, and make my darned appointment, you'll probably be ready for another cut.
Okay deb, it's official. David Evangelista needs to belong to the Bitches, and nobody else can ever have him, again.
But when you can't recharge or get some time for yourself, you can just hit a wall.
I think that's why she's so relieved to be going back to work. Ooh, I should email her.
MM, and anyone else in LA who might have missed it -- well, everyone missed it, since it was Weather Watch for two hours.
It would have been nice to see you too, Heather, but it was only yesterday, and it was spent jet-lagged and buying stuff to take here. It wasn't really feasible for me to go off to meet some lady from the Internet.
kicks dirt
I suppose. I could've taken you on a Max Cady tour, though. Which, granted, would've been "There's Justin's old apartment!There's the bar where he used to work! And over there is the one where they had their release party! And uhm, that's it!"
